I finally saw it.
Every attack followed success.
Meaning someone didn't want me comfortable.
They wanted me sharp.
Training through pressure.
That thought felt disturbing.
Because it felt familiar.
Like my childhood.
Like my father.
Then I asked Adrian directly:
"Was my father trained like this?"
His answer came slowly.
"Yes."
That changed everything.
Because suddenly I realized:
This wasn't random.
It was tradition.